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Happy 75th Dad!
Today I'm remembering your weirdness and your extraordinary capacity to love.
And for the folks out there who'd like to celebrate with me, go do something kind for someone. Make someone laugh. Put a little more good into the world.
Love you forever.
This is Willing. She recently learned that sitting gets her a treat and now follows her human around popping a squat every few feet. Can't blame her for being an overachiever. 12/10
This is Winnie. He got so excited that he briefly forgot how to be a dog. You can laugh, but he'd like to point out you look this ridiculous all the time. 13/10
@HammSandwich33@GreenwaterMerc@ProudSocialist Defending the training of this manager is a moot point.
The problem is that those laws, which prioritize corporate safety over human safety, exist and are enforced in the first place.
There is a video circulating on the internet that is difficult to watch. A woman sits on a pavement in Louisville, Kentucky. She is wearing a hospital gown. It is 36 degrees outside. Her belongings, everything she apparently owns, are in a plastic bag on the concrete beside her. Behind her, through the glass doors she has just been escorted through, the hospital hums along as normal. The security guards who brought her here have already gone back inside.
She couldn’t afford her bill.
This is not a scene from a developing nation or a history book. This is the United States of America.
The country in which it happens has spent decades telling the rest of the world that it has the highest GDP on earth. Which is a bit like a restaurant proudly displaying its bill on the wall. Enormous number. Terrible meal. The lobster was frozen, the wine came from a box.
Europe, by comparison, has spent the better part of a century building something rather different. The food, for a start, is extraordinary. Not in a showy way, but in the way that a simple lunch in Lyon or a glass of wine on a terrace in Lisbon reminds you that eating is one of the genuinely good things about being alive. The wine is the wine that the rest of the world has spent generations attempting to replicate, mostly without success.
Roughly 35 percent of Europeans live with a chronic illness. In America, that number is 76 percent. The difference is not genetic. It is architectural. It is the slow accumulation of decent food, walkable cities, actual holidays, and a healthcare system that does not require you to crowdfund your own appendix.
Europeans work fewer hours. They have more purchasing power on a smaller salary once you subtract the cost of health insurance, medical debt, and the private school their child needs because the local public one has a metal detector at the entrance. They live, on average, about ten years longer. Not ten years of decline and doctor visits, but ten years of being a person in the world.
In the first quarter of 2025, the number of Americans leaving the United States doubled compared to the previous quarter.  Europe was their top destination. Not for a sabbatical or a gap year. Permanently. These are not people who failed. These are people who did the maths.
There is a man somewhere in America right now who has worked fifty-hour weeks for forty years, taken one week off when his employer permitted it, and will, statistically, be dead before he sees seventy. And there is another man, not very far away on a map but an entire civilisation removed in practice, sitting on a terrace in the afternoon sun with a glass of something cold and no particular place to be. He has had six weeks off every summer since 1987. He knows his neighbours by name.
The first man’s country has the higher GDP.
The first man’s country tops the Gross Domestic Product (GDP) index. The second man tops the Quality of Life Index (QLI). The better health. The longer life. The afternoon.
MAGA America calls that losing.
Ask anyone.
Gandalv / @Microinteracti1
This is Sadie. She was finally reunited with her human, astronaut Christina Koch, after her mom’s voyage around the moon took her the furthest any human has ever been from their dog. She can't wait to hear all about the universe. 14/10
i do not care if Trump's comments result in nothing tonight. no one who even thinks of saying the phrase "a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again" should be allowed to operate an ice cream stand, nevermind the most powerful office on the planet
I think about my kids.
I think about the car rides where Jack or Charlotte asks me out of nowhere, the way kids do, when the radio’s low and you think they’re not paying attention, “Dad, what does the President do?”
And I’d tell them. Proudly. That the President is someone who carries the weight of all of us. That the job calls out the very best in a person. That it’s the highest honor this country can give.
I believed that when I said it.
I will not have that conversation today.
Not because I don’t have the words. Because I will not let my children believe for a single second that what they saw this morning is acceptable. That cruelty is strength. That power means you never have to be decent. That you can dance on a hero’s grave and call it justice.
I will not raise children who think that is normal.
I will not raise children who think that is America.
And I know I am not alone.
Because we have been here before.
Men waded through freezing water at Valley Forge for a country that hadn’t fully been born yet. They bled on the beaches of Normandy for children they would never meet. They crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge into swinging batons because they believed, despite every reason not to, that America’s promise was worth the pain.
They did not do that for us to surrender it in silence.
The rot is deep. Scrubbing this stain from the soul of our nation will not happen in a single election, a single speech, a single post on a Saturday afternoon. It will take years. It will demand more from us than comfort allows.
But we do not get to use that as an excuse to look away.
So, it falls to each of us, Democrat, Republican, Independent, who has ever looked at their child and felt the terrifying beauty of knowing you are responsible for shaping who they become.
Stand up.
Not for a party. Not for a politician. For the country you are trying to hand to children who had no say in the world we’re making for them.
Robert Mueller walked into fire, again and again, because he believed America was worth it.
The least we can do, the absolute least, is honor that sacrifice by refusing to let cruelty become normal. By refusing to let the gutter become the standard. By refusing to sit down, scroll past, and let history record that we saw this moment clearly, and did nothing.
Our children are watching.
Generations not yet born are counting on decisions we make right now, in this hour, in this darkness.
We do not get to look away.
Rise. Fight. Restore.
Push.
The President of the United States learned that Robert Mueller had died.
And he picked up his phone and typed:
“Good. I’m glad he’s dead.”
I need you to stop.
Put down whatever you’re doing and feel the full weight of those words.
Good. I’m glad he’s dead.
Said by the man who holds the most powerful office in the history of human civilization. The office of Washington. Of Lincoln. Of Roosevelt standing in the rubble of Pearl Harbor promising a nation trembling in the dark that we would rise.
That office.
Those words.
Now let me tell you who Robert Mueller was.
He did not have to go to Vietnam.
He had every reason not to. A Princeton degree. A blown-out knee. A future waiting for him in the comfort of civilian life.
He waited a full year for that knee to heal, just so he could serve.
Let that sink in.
He walked into hell when other men were running from it. He came home with a Bronze Star for heroism and a Purple Heart soaked in the blood of his sacrifice. He spent the next four decades standing in the breach, as a prosecutor, as FBI Director, as the man who held this nation together in the smoldering ash of September 12th, 2001, when we were all afraid and we needed someone steady, someone serious, someone who loved this country more than he loved himself.
He was all of those things.
He was a Republican.
He was, by every honest measure, an American hero.
And the President danced on his grave.
She’s a preschool teaching assistant and a U.S. citizen who was shot five times by an agent who later mocked her in group chat. The feds severely harmed her reputation by lying about her on the same day she was shot, calling her a domestic terrorist—but later dropped the case.
This beautiful deer falls into a pool. As these people cannot lift the deer, they build a ramp so it jumps & frees. Helping other beings turns everyday citizens into a hero.